My friends have all deserted me
to beasts I must now cry,
and call out to the heedless wind-
"such beauty cannot die!"
Oh trees! take pity on my grief
for solace you can't give,
what breeze whispers amid the rain-
"such beauty cannot live..."
No horror dark, no sorrow great
is stranger to my ear,
but now be silent! what you spoke
I can't, and will not hear!
Why do you laugh you foolish winds?
"sweet mortal fugitive,
with all your wisdom can't you see
some things one cannot say and live."
"what mean you, speak!" I cried to them
they whirled 'round my head
"to those who hear, her eyes spoke much
too much, and thus she's dead."
I summoned all my strength and spoke
"winds great and small, you lie!
against the rising night I'll shout-
such beauty cannot die!"